1, 2, 1, 2

Come on

1, 2, 1, 2, uh uh

1, 2, 1, 2

Mr. Meth and Doc

1, 2, 1, 2

Uh uh, 1, 2, 1, 2

DJ Scratch on the track

1, 2, 1, 2

Come on

1, 2, 1, 2

Break your motherfuckin' back

1, 2, 1, 2, uh

Yo, yo

My, lyric is eight ball

Batter up, play ball

Fuck y'all analog

****, we be digital, subliminal

Come in from the five star general

Attack you from the blind side, invisible

To the naked eye

Where them criminals

Better have your eight essential vitamins and minerals

The Wu is coming through, you know the outcome

Critical

Condition in your physical for injurin'

The officer and gentleman who stack by the Benjamin

Off a beat like this

I keep a night stick

In case any stick up kid

Where heat might miss

I chicken fry rice, bitch

In a white trench

Bustin' off two MACs, I'm like, I'm hit

Yo, I'm just playin'

I clear the crowd out

Like a pepper spray can sprayin'

I throw lightning out the arms, Raiden

Go guard ya pray

Next year I do nothin' more than Y2K

We say

Wa wa-wa wa-wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

Wa wa-wa wa-wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

We say

Wa wa-wa wa-wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

Wa wa-wa wa-wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

We say

Wa wa-wa wa-wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

Wa wa-wa wa-wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

And if you say fuck me

I'ma say, "fuck you"

Wa wa-wa wa-wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

From debutant down to stripper

I'm too nonchalant

A drink mixed with four kinds of liquors

Catch me at the bar, FUBAR

Ladies, know who we are and dream of fuckin' a star

Who da scrub

Shotgun in his man car, burnin' up

Forever gettin' thrown out the club, it be us Paul

Shot out and bugged, I smoke bud

Sniff a bee's ass to get a buzz

I'm everything you think you don't know

I throw a five in the power

Pop a wheelie with the front end

Hitting speed bumps, 40 miles per hour

I'm out at Howard, next to Baltimore

Takin' change out the fountains at shopping malls

Rats can only afford Chuck E. Cheese

The blood in my jeans is tough like Buddy Lee

Semi-dart auto off ya, blood coughin'

Meth pull the last spark plug with a heart pump

We say

Wa wa-wa wa-wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

Wa wa-wa wa-wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

We say

Wa wa-wa wa-wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

Ay yo

Wa wa-wa wa-wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

We say

Wa wa-wa wa-wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

Ay yo

Wa wa-wa wa-wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

And two

And if you say fuck me

I'ma say, "fuck you"

Yeah

Wa wa-wa wa-wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

Call me Will, enemy, I state

When 4 Doc run the scam

New Jack stutterin', dutterman from the upper hand

Punch, atomic bomb, I hit many

From Bricks to South Park, you dyin' with Kenny

While you bailin', I'm trailin'

Rockin' hard hat helmets, clip the satellite surveillance

When I walk by, you better not be kickin'

Or I put to more in that Terriyaki chicken

You've just been fitted for them seaman shoes

This is bottom of the lake raps, stab you in the back, kung fu

52 cops can't withstand the 52 blocks

Unless they bust like 52 shots

I'm the has been that have not

Battle kids at Maxwell's house

Know when I'm good to the last drop

What's my name, Meth, he's named Doc

Just like urban

See me in the gran transportation splurgin'

Drivin' with a turban, who push a black Suburban

Come on

We rollin', windows half down through the urban

Network, law lay it down like a Persian

M to the E to the F, spell curtain

Get out your cross, sucker

This ain't yours

Robbed you with a gun that's filled with paint balls

And broads got the nerve to act funny

You a champagne ho, with Kook-Aid money

Frown bitch, Doc up in that town quick

You back down a point on NFL Blitz

I'm lyin' Buddha break fool, and take two

And punch a hole in the earth to escape through

We say

Wa wa-wa wa-wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

Wa wa-wa wa-wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

We say

Wa wa-wa wa-wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

Hey yo

Wa wa-wa wa-wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

I say

Wa wa-wa wa-wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

Ay yo

Wa wa-wa wa-wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

And if you say fuck me

I'ma say, "fuck you"

Wa wa-wa wa-wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

Two, two

DJ Scratch

Not ready for prime time playas

Mr. Meth, Funk Doc

Def Jam 2000, motherfuckers

Calm me down, baby

Nod your head to this

Come on

Ay yo, this is WKYA radio

We're kickin' your motherfuckin' ass

Yo Flex

That's right, it's goin' down

Redman, Method Man, blackin' the funk out